The Wave

exploring the contours of a gentle wave progressing slowly in the near darkness its w(eigh)(ai)t almost too much to bear alongside her now, reaching out from crest to crest, the lines are traced like a whisper of a breeze, silently caressed relenting to its momentum, completely engaged the wave shifts she turns to him and examines his face eyes locked, unblinking, a portal seeing the unseeable, each drawing the other in each moment a lifetime as two become one sharing a singularity of feeling, not giving or taking lifted to the highest places, weightless simultaneously holding back and progressing not wanting to end...as one becomes two the wave forms again and lines are retraced Goodnight the dawn breaks